broccoli & mortal sins

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broccoli & mortal sins ( a 20 second read of poem )

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broccoli & mortal sins

portals call as portents spin

pheasants strut as red deer rut

kiss a wish then let's begin


soothsayers & dorsal fins

toxic waste & safety pins

wild bees putt as golfers sup

conjoined twins stroke double chins


farriers & haunted inns

troubled pubs & sheepish skins

badgers tut at monkey nuts

puffins swoon in loony bins


dangled limbs & water wings

piffle sings - assorted things

brim my cup when bogged or stuck

crackin' up or crackin' in


( ? )


fuck knows

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( as the crowbar flies )

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( as the crowbar flies ) ( a re-winging of an older post )

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there are moors that sprawl

beyond dry-stone walls

where the heather tones

& the lonesome roam


there are fields that gleam

neath the sun's gold beams

where the ragwort hides

& the blank verse rhymes


there are treetops tall

where the woodlark calls

& the oak tree moans

as the old wind groans


there are streams that dream

as the weasels scheme

as the crowbar flies

far within my mind

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